Could you put a price to the life of your children? Can everything in this world be bought or sold? These quandaries are common in today’s society, and I imagine Alan Moore must have been musing about it before he sat down to write “The Nukeface Papers”, which was published in Saga of the Swamp Thing # 35 and 36 in April and May, 1985.

Everything begins in a peaceful afternoon. Abby is sleeping next to Swamp Thing, the trees are blossoming, the flowers are colorful and the only odd intruders are the newspaper pages that have been thrown away: “He watches the sheets of newsprint flap like huge moths, crippled by their own weight, hopping clumsily amongst the black trees. Their pages are full of obsolete tragedies and discarded faces; all the carefully logged hysteria of a world he no longer belongs to”.

And then, a couple of miles away, an old man nicknamed Nukeface runs into a young runaway. Nukeface is clearly a homeless drunk, and he immediately starts drinking a strange glowing fluid while he talks about Pennsylvania and the way a certain company disposed of their nuclear wastes. Contamination is part of our life, but sometimes we forget how serious the consequences are, especially when corporative responsibility is a scarce virtue. There have been films –like Steven Soderbergh’s Erin Brokovich– that show the tremendous cruelty of certain companies that deliberately poisoned people with radioactivity and/or chemical substances. These companies were never held accountable for their acts, until the people started suing them for millions of dollars, in some cases –in the Erin Brokovich story– the people won, in other cases, they didn’t. Those are real life situations, but what Alan Moore does here is disguise the horror of corporative greed in an allegorical tale of death and putrefaction.

When Nukeface gives the young runaway a taste of his beverage, we understand what he has been drinking all along: nuclear wastes. Quickly, the young man starts decomposing until he dies. And Nukeface keeps searching for nuclear wastes. He knows the company is no longer disposing of them in Pennsylvania due to lawsuits, they’re now burying all of it into the swamps of Louisiana. When Swamp Thing runs into Nukeface, he’s contaminated by his radioactive body. If the Swamp Thing is a creature of nature, there can be nothing more lethal to him than contamination. And slowly but surely, he starts rotting.

Nukeface / Cara-Nuclear

The conclusion of the story is told from the perspective of eight different characters. They all share what they know, as readers we can easily piece together the puzzle after we see what these men and women have gone through. This is an extraordinary narrative device that only a handful of writers would know how to use properly. Alan Moore shows why he is one of the best and most influential authors in recent decades by connecting the dots and adding an unmatched layer of complexity. There are moments of true horror in these pages, and in the end Nukeface remains at large. Nothing can deter him, not the people who died in their presence, nor the putrefied fauna. But perhaps the scariest part is that Nukeface is not the real monster. He’s the product of those who seek only profit and care not for life. The real monster is the company, but this time there are no lawsuits, no happy endings to speak of… only a final page that reunites dozens of newspaper clips (selected by Moore) that are testimonies of people who developed cancer as a result of radioactive or chemical exposure; they were victims, above all, of the indifference and ruthlessness of the companies who disposed of their thrash without worrying about the consequences.
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Swamp Thing decomposing / Swamp Thing descomponiéndose

After such an intense story, one would think that Alan Moore would take it easy for an issue or two. But that’s not the case. On the contrary, “Growth Patterns” is the prelude of Swamp Thing’s most epic saga: American Gothic. And this issue also marks the first historical appearance of John Constantine, a British bloke, a chronic smoker, a dabbler in the mystic arts and a cold bastard that could outwit any sorcerer or demon on Earth. A few years later, John Constantine would be the protagonist of Hellblazer, a Vertigo title that lasted for over 25 years. These are his –not so much– humbling beginnings.

Stephen Bissette and John Totleben surprise us again with some of the most haunting images ever. Let’s take a look at the horror of human misery and the corporal decay of Nukeface, which is made evident in the putrid face of this alcoholic / addict to nuclear wastes. I saw this drawing for the first time over 14 years ago and I was marveled by the details and the overall design. This is a comic book page that I could never forget. Seeing the Swamp Thing melting in a pool of radioactive fluids is also a powerful moment. The body language and the physical attributes of the eight characters that narrate this story are carefully depicted by the creative team, Billy Hatcher is a good example of that. Finally, “Growth Patterns” counts with Rick Veitch as penciler and thanks to him we see a young John Constantine and his lover Emma who is drawing an invunche, a homicidal demon that eventually will find his way into this world, as we can see in the next page. The idea of a humanoid with a hand sewn inside his own body and his head turned in an impossible way that defies death is quite a shocking figure. Of course, Bissette and Totleben are also in charge of the covers, and their amazing visual concepts and detailed work are a privilege and a joy to behold.__________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

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